Part 2

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THEY SAID THEY NEED ANSWERS WELL
I GOT BIG FACTS.

Sitting at the crib. I was thinking about what Deuce was saying. Like do I really wanna go up to this citgo and see what they on? I shrugged it off, grabbed my keys and dipped.

Driving around Memphis just taking in the fresh air. It was so fucking good to be home. I ain't think I was gone never see the light again for killing a nigga but hey.. I'm home and I don't plan on going back fuck that.

Flashback

Just putting cup of lean down on the table I was counting my earnings I made today when I hear a knock at the door. To be honest I'm pose to be at the house. I don't like staying in the trap too long plus I'm by myself. Work all in here. Who is it?

"It's Chris mane open up" smirking cause Chris was my nigga .. well I thought. I open the door unlocking the locks and was bone rush by four big niggas. I quickly grabbed my AR from the couch and dove for cover. As I hear money being snatched up and cabinets being open. I shot chris dead in the face ripping his shit wide open. Soon as his body dropped bullets started flying my way. Trying to run to the back door i got hit in my leg. I was still shooting back though. It's crazy cause people was still outside it's only 11:30 at night. Summer time nights everybody outside. I already know my work was gone be gone so I quickly hopped in Charger and followed the black truck. As blood spreaded all over my Robin jeans I was getting pissed and become more tireless. Before they could make a right turn into a neighborhood I cut them off, making them step hard on they brakes. So hard they hit my damn car.

"Fuck that bitch get out the car nigga" I hop out the car as one crawled out the passenger side. I shot him 8 times in the back. "Yeah bitch where my work nigga. Y'all took my shit." The guy in the driver seat who I couldn't see at the time bone rushed me pistol whipping me damn near til I couldn't see.... when I woke up. I was handcuffed to a hospital bed being pinned for drug charges, and 2nd degree murder, also attempted more
Flashblack over.

I spent 8 years in prison. Only reason i didn't spent life they couldn't find the work. There was another car that night who was doing the same thing. They linked both killings thinking I had everything to do with that. Lucky my lawyer was smart and Jewish. No work, No AR found. Only gun they found was a 9mm and that was in the trap house. But Chris wasn't shot with a 9. He was shot with a fucking AR and they still charged me. But fuck it. I'm out and I'm here. I heard them niggas still out here too. I'm definitely gone get they ass back.

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